A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it has been painfully long since I've updated this story at all. Between band, theatre, soccer, and AP Classes I found no time to write. But now I've got some time and I'm producing the next chapter! Hopefully I can fully continue this story by the end of the summer. Here is the next chapter introducing the rest of the characters!
"For my refutation I need to interview some of the people lower in the food chain of high school. The one place I know I could go for sure was detention after school. I have personally never had a day of detention in my life but I have come close due to my smart remarks," I thought walking down the hallway to classroom 117.
The thoughts running through my mind worried me at the same time heightened my expectations for how good this paper could possibly be. There were three people he wanted to interview from detention. These three all have potential to be higher on the food chain, but their actions anchor them down to the ground. They spent a majority of their time after school at detention so it was a sure bet that they would be there.
I walked up to the door of room 117 and made sure to check myself in my reflection. Presentation is one of the most important things when asking delinquents questions because if they feel as if they are superior, they could snap me like a twig.
I knock on the door gently, hoping the teacher in charge of watching the students was a nice one. The door opened and it just so happened to be Mr. Pardue!
"Noah what are you doing here? This place is for the problem kids," he said not so quietly. A paper ball or two smacked him across the face as soon as his sentence stopped.
"Well Mr. Pardue, I'm writing a very important paper for AP Language, and I need to interview some of these…" I trailed off sensing the lack of intelligence in the room. "These students, I need some quotes and such."
"Go right ahead then! Who are you looking for?" the teacher replied picking up the paper balls off the ground.
I flipped through my notepad to find the names of said students. After looking diligently, I found all of them on there and saw them immediately in the classroom.
"Eva Ross, Ezekiel Lenwood, and Staci Friar." I recited tapping my pen on the notepad.
"YOU KNOW, THE PEN, WAS INVENTED BY MY GREAT-GREAT-GREAT GRANDFATHER'S UNCLE BECAUSE HE HAD A FEAR OF FEATHERS," a plump brown haired girl yelled enthusiastically.
"There's Staci, she likes to over-exaggerate things," Mr. Pardue explained. He laughed at the poor, talkative girl as Noah gave a nod of approval and walked over to the loud girl.
"So, Staci is it?" I asked just to start some non-exaggerating conversation.
"Yah! You know my great great ancestors invented the spelling of the name Staci because the y-ending was just to common and no one liked to be common," she explained proud of herself.
"Delightful, don't care," I retorted quickly writing down "Exaggerates." I look back up to her and ask "Why are you in detention today?"
"Well you see, I was in History class, and my teacher talked about how Thomas Edison invented the light bulb and I started to explain how Edison is one of my ancestors!" Staci stated matter-of-factly.
"Mhmm, I completely understand that problem," I said rolling his eyes as he added an exclamation point after "Exaggerates!"
"How many ancestors do you have again and what all have they done?" I asked knowing that this question would cause her to ramble on and on, long enough for him to get some quotes down and move on to the next person without her ever knowing.
"Well first there was Alexander the Great…then there was Caeser who got into the family due to some weird third cousin thrice removed…there was also Martin Luther King Jr who isn't a blood relative but he married into the family…" Staci droned forever listing people she obviously is not related to in any way, shape, or form.
Every time an important figure in history was named, I added another exclamation point then went back to the quotes. After I wrote five quotes and what seemed to be at least fifty exclamation points, I stood up from the table and examined the room.
"Eva Ross?" I asked not necessarily recognizing who she was. I had heard about her since she is the State wrestling champion in the Men's Division. And yes, I mean Men's Division. After several minutes of examination, a wrestling bag was spotted on the ground. My gaze followed it up to see the brawny female listening to music napping.
"How could I wake her up without being physically assaulted myself…" I wondered tapping my fingers on a desk nearby. I get pegged in the head with a paper ball giving me an idea.
I picked up the ball, threw it at Eva's head, and woke her up. She snarled and looked around wondering who did it.
The intimidating girl looked at me and asked, "Did you throw this?"
"No, the guy in the front row did," I lied without giving a hint in my voice. She looked at the poor kid, went up behind him, and flipped his desk over with him in it.
"Now Eva, may I ask you a few questions for a paper I'm writing? It's not going to be published or anything so you don't have to worry about anything being leaked out," I explained as I flipped the notepad to a fresh sheet. I planned to have several questions for her.
"Fine pint size, just don't piss me off," she threatened as she took her seat again.
"Why are you in detention?" I asked brushing the threat off like an annoying piece of lint on a freshly ironed sweater vest.
"Broke a kid's leg in gym because he couldn't run a mile fast enough," she responded coldly. "If he couldn't run it in the required time the first time he's just dead weight and I don't need any of that burdening me."
"Interesting, do you have to pay for medical bills?" I asked writing down "Anger management, temper tantrums."
"I don't because those punks know if they make me pay for anything I'll make the injury twice as worse," she said cracking her knuckles. She unzipped the wrestling bag and pulled out two fifty pound weights for her to work out with.
"That's good to know. So how many times have you been state champion in wrestling?" I asked as I started to sketch a picture of King Kong climbing a tower, but instead of a giant gorilla it was a giant Eva.
"Three times in a row. There is never any competition so it's no big deal," she stated now pulling out one hundred pound weights.
"Alright, that's all I needed to know," I concluded writing the word Modest in cursive signifying every ounce of sarcasm in my body. "Do you know where Ezekiel Lenwood is?"
"He sits in the back of the room picking his nose," she said head gesturing towards the boy's direction.
"Simply breath-taking," I stated flipping to a new notepad page. I headed to the back of the room to the boy who I honestly don't know anything about. He took AP History last year whenever he transferred in from being homeschooled and he seemed to make good grades. He never talked so I couldn't analyze him like I do for most people.
"What's up eh?" the boy in a blue toboggan hat thing asked flicking a booger in the opposite direction of where I walked.
"Nothing much eh," I replied nonchalantly. Typical Canadian, just what I wanted to deal with.
"So Ezekiel, tell me some stuff about yourself," I asked getting ready to take some descriptive notes cause like I said, I didn't know him and no one else did either.
"Well, I was homeschooled for most of my life eh. My father taught me advanced subjects like Calculus and all of the American History you can ask for eh! My parents are big in religion so they never really taught me science, they said it contradicted it eh," he explained leaning back in his chair.
"Very interesting," I said writing down the comment about why he was never taught science. "Go on."
"Well, when I first came to this school I enrolled in the AP U.S. History class and made a solid one-hundred because my father slammed all the information into me. The main problem I had was science so I dropped any AP classes so I could focus solely on science." He took out a notebook that had "Kem-Uhs-Tree"scribbled on the front of it. "This subject is very confusing to me, especially the teacher."
"That's just Chemistry, it's like one of the easiest sciences that can be taught to you," I said wondering why the word was misspelled so awfully.
"I think it's because my teacher is a girl eh? Cause guys are so much more intelligent than girls," he stated leaving me in shock.
"Sexist. Big time." I wrote on the notepad. So that is why no one wanted to get to know him.
"Are guys stronger than girls too?" I asked to humor myself.
"Of course! We are the more superior race because them women bit the damn apple. Even when Adam and Eve both went to repent, Eve was tempted by the Devil again causing her to not repent fully," Ezekiel explained. "That information is in one of the books that almost made it into the Bible, but it just wasn't enough for some reason."
That would be something I would have to look up when I got home, I'm not as religious-savvy as people would expect me to be with my surging intelligence.
"Well alright, thank you for that explanation," I said sincerely because I was under the impression everyone in this room were unintelligent.
"Anytime eh, wait. Why were you writing on that notepad eh?" Ezekiel asked raising an eyebrow.
"Don't worry, it's nothing bad," I replied as I pocketed the pen and got up to leave the classroom. "Mr. Pardue, I wish you good luck with these kids the rest of the time."
"It isn't that bad Noah, you learn a different perspective of life sometimes," the history teacher replied philosophically.
"I'll make a mental note of that, see you in class tomorrow," I replied chuckling. Learn a different perspective of life? From those people? That's a joke.
I left the classroom and hurried home to complete this paper. It's oozing with top marks all over it.
A/N: Well I believe that introduced the rest of the characters! If I missed any please point it out because it had been a while since I've typed a chapter for this and I will involve them in the next chapter!